It seems to hear the tick-tock sound of water droplets falling, very slow and rhythmic-
Tick, tick...
In the darkness, Qingkong slowly opened his eyes, and found himself standing in a space where the sky and the ground were completely black in all directions, and he couldn't see his fingers or the ground when he lifted his hands.
"Is anyone there?..." She called softly, but only heard the endless echo gradually moving away from the darkness, mixed with the ticking sound.
In desperation, she had no choice but to walk in the boundless darkness, with instinctive fear...
Fortunately, with the movement of her footsteps, the sound of water droplets seemed to be getting closer, and there seemed to be a bluish light on the ground in the distance. She immediately quickened her pace and walked straight, finally seeing a shallow pool The spring lies on the ground, and there seems to be a drop of water in the center, making a sound of water falling that lingers in this darkness.
The only spring water was the only clue, Qing Kong walked forward unconsciously, looked down, and from the reflection of the ripples of the spring water gradually flattened, she saw a familiar figure at a glance——
It was a boy with brown hair and cat ears, with a pair of clear blue eyes. His attire was similar to the boy he saw when he fell into Nana's memory, the boy who rescued himself from the dragon fire. She remembered that at that time, he called himself Xu Mo...
[Could this be Xu Mo's character image in the Brave Continent? ] Qing Kong harbored a trace of uncertainty in his heart, but he still regarded him as Xu Mo for the time being.
Xu Mo in the image is wearing a blue and yellow lining, a well-made bronze armor, and a uniquely shaped fish-shaped sword on his back. He walks in a strange space surrounded by mirrors neatly and densely. It reflects countless illusory phantoms, which move with the movement of the subject.
Qing Kong can imagine walking in such an environment, as if he is so helpless in the dark? She couldn't help but wanted to call Xu Mo's name aloud, but at this moment, the boy with cat ears walking in the phantom of the mirror stopped in front of a mirror.
He looked at the identical figure on the other side of the mirror, and asked, "Is this the entrance to the time spiral?"
The mirror image followed the shape of his mouth and asked the same sentence pattern, but showed a different smile after finishing speaking. Xu Mo in the mirror slowly raised his right arm, and magically stretched out his arm out of the mirror world: "Come on." The mirror image said, "I'll give you an hour, you probably have already decided to go Where is it?"
Xu Mo nodded and stretched out his hand without hesitation...
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"Xu Mo!—" Qing Kong yelled unconsciously, waking up from the bed.
The wooden roof beams immediately appeared in the sight, but the sound of the rain outside had disappeared, and the morning light belonging to the early summer morning was projected on the wooden floor of the room through the glass of the window.
[It's another day, a new challenge begins. ]
Qingkong sat up, moved her shoulders slightly, and then habitually walked to the window—this is the habit she developed in the village of wishing. Every morning, she observes the world through the window frame, as if she is in the real world. Like obtaining information through the screens of various facilities in that world, she used this method to remind her where her origin is...
The sun outlined everything in bright colors as usual, and there were a few long-leaved trees planted outside the hotel courtyard. The tops of the trees were tall, and the branches passed the wall, swaying with the breeze. There used to be a few poultry in the hotel courtyard, and they were pecking leisurely in the early morning. Seeing this scene, they couldn't imagine the massacre that happened in the rainstorm last night, nor could they imagine that this was a dangerous place.
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Walking out of the door and down the stairs, the dining area was still empty and there was no one there, this scene made Qing Kong feel nervous.
"Boss, why is there no one there this morning?" Walking to the front hall, Qingkong asked the innkeeper standing behind the counter.
"Did you go to bed early yesterday?" The boss replied, "Everyone wakes up after four hours of sleep when they enter the resting sleep state. Last night, they played in the middle of the night, and the boarders came back late. After a while, they woke up." They will wake up one after another."
After listening to the boss's words, Qing Kong finally breathed a sigh of relief, so he ordered some bread and a bowl of vegetarian soup, chose a corner by the window to sit down, and ate breakfast without a bite.
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I had a high fever of 40 degrees for two consecutive days, and I really couldn't hold it anymore.
I will make up the manuscript that I haven't finished writing today, and I will update it twice over the weekend to show compensation. Please forgive me.
In addition, I especially want to attach a passage from the preface of Mr. Jin Yong as my heartfelt voice: [Of course readers may feel that the techniques of expression are clumsy, the technique is not mature enough, the description is not profound, and from an aesthetic point of view it is a low-level work of art. In any case, I don't want to post anything, I hope readers can only say whether they like it or not, and only say that they are moved or bored. ]
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